Poem: We Talk about Looking for Flowers

We Talk about Looking for Flowers

There is an orchid show
and my mother
has given us tickets
and we think of going.
I ask you 
if we should,
what we might get
if we do go,
but you ask:
why should we bother
when neither of us
spends time outside
any longer?

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